#Electric Towel Rails

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Types of Towel Rads and Radiator Valves

The Tapron guide provides an in-depth look into high-end towel radiators and radiator valves, emphasizing their functionality, style, and the warmth they bring to bathrooms. It covers the importance of choosing the right type, including manual and thermostatic radiator valves, for efficient heat control and energy savings. Additionally, the guide touches on the aesthetic appeal and practical benefits of towel rails, offering tips on selecting materials like stainless steel, chrome, and aluminium for durability and design compatibility. For detailed insights, visit the full guide here.

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Elegance in Heat: Anthracite Designer Radiator

Experience the perfect blend of functionality and style with our anthracite designer radiator. This heating solution not only provides efficient warmth but also enhances the visual appeal of your space. The sleek and modern design adds a touch of sophistication to your decor, making it a statement piece. Stay warm in elegance with our high-quality anthracite designer radiator, a choice that reflects your commitment to both comfort and aesthetics.

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Luxurious Towel Radiators to give Sophisticated touch to your Modern Bathrooms

When installing any radiator for your home requires thinking about its style, durability, and functionality in addition to the premium quality and best finish. Previously, investing in a radiator was considered a status symbol. It enhances the look of their period properties. But presently, with varieties of designs and styles of radiators, you can choose the most stylish or traditional radiators for your luxurious or traditional home. From Designer Bathroom Concepts, you will get a broad range of sizes, designs, and colors based on your budget limit. Choose the best one that provides a unique look with a luxurious vibe to your contemporary bathrooms in the UK.

You can give your luxurious or period property an unmatched look using the most suitable radiators. Designer Bathroom Concepts offer varieties of radiators, such as Reina Luxury Designer Aluminium Towel Radiator, contemporary heated towel radiators, designer radiators, column radiators, and Traditional Column Radiators in the UK.

Moreover, you can choose the best quality Reina Designer heated towel rails, Vertical Designer towel rails, Designer Heated Towel Rails, Luxury modern heated towel rails, electrically heated towel rails, and others. Give an unmatched look to your space with Mirrored towel rails, central heating designer heated towel rails, heated Burlington heated towel rails, and others for your small bathrooms in the UK.

Or you can choose Luxurious modern heated towel warmers, Ladder Heated Towel Warmers, or branded ones like DQ heating towel warmers.

You will get the best heating solution for your classic or luxurious bathroom with the utmost efficiency and durability with them. You will get the best functionality and look in your bathroom with unmatched style and look of towel warmers.

You can choose central heating towel radiators, electrically heated towel radiators, or dual fuel towel radiators based on the existing system in your home. If you are using a central heating system in your home, choose the central heating towel radiators or dual fuel towel radiators for your bathroom. Else you can use electric heated towel radiators to get energy-efficient & cost-efficient heating solutions.

Towel rails and towel warmers generate less heat compared to radiators. Therefore, for your small bathrooms or cloakrooms, you can choose it as it quickly makes your room cozy and warm. For your large or spacious bathroom, you can buy Luxurious Towel Radiators with innovative designs to enhance the overall look of your modern bathroom.

Normally, radiators are available in different materials, such as stainless steel, chrome, and mild steel.

If you are looking for an efficient and economical option for your home, a radiator with chrome material becomes an ideal choice for your bathrooms. It offers good BTU output and is very affordable. With high quality and lower price range, they become popularly used by people.

If you have humid bathrooms, stainless steel heated towel radiators work efficiently in your space. It resists rust, stains, and corrosion and provides your radiators with a long-lasting new look. These radiators are versatile & sturdy and look stunning in your bathroom.

If you are looking for an affordable option with excellent quality and endurance, you can select radiators having mild steel materials. Designer Bathroom Concepts offers Designer radiators with premium quality, elegant look, and long-lasting guarantee that give you the most beneficial heating solution.

Ladder Heated Towel Warmers are also ideal for bathrooms having limited space. They offer the best performance to keep your bathroom cozy & warm and towel toasty. You can choose a curved ladder or straight ladder as per your bathroom décor or available space.

When choosing any radiator or towel rail, you need to consider the appropriate size. If you bring the small size of radiators, then you will not get efficient heating in your spacious bathroom. Based on the size of your small or large bathroom, you should buy a radiator of the appropriate size.

You can measure the dimension of your bathroom, the wall material, and the size of the windows to calculate the heat requirement. Using the BTU calculator, you can understand how much heat output require to keep your bathroom warm. Similarly, don't choose a large radiator for your small bathroom to prevent it from getting extra hot that in turn consume more energy. Hence, for the energy-efficient solution and to save valuable money, the perfect size of your luxurious towel radiator is very important.

If you want to give a refreshing look to your old bathroom or design a new bathroom, you can make a statement in your dream bathroom with the most contemporary and stylish designer radiator. You will get an unmatched look and designs of radiators to add a luxurious touch to your space.

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Eddie reaches for Steve's fruity-scented shampoo - the stuff he swears he hasn't been using each and every time he stays over. He pops the cap and then the lights go out.

He screams bloody murder and drops the shampoo bottle. He kicks it and presses his palms against the nearest surfaces. One on the tiled wall, the other on the glass as he does everything to stop himself from moving his feet because, if he trips on that fucking fruity shampoo that makes Steve's hair oh-so-silky, he'll go slipping and sliding straight through the glass and into the goddamn toilet.

And he cannot die like that, buck-naked as the day he was born.

Though, if he absolutely had to die in the nude, he'd want it to be while he's railing someone six ways from Sunday...

Preferably the hunk who is bursting in through the bathroom door and waving a flashlight right in his eyes.

Steve opens the shower and reaches in to shut off the water. Eddie palms around and grips his boyfriend's wrist, impossibly warm despite now being wet.

"Are you... uh..." Steve drops the light enough from him to stop spluttering about. Eddie blinks hard, regaining enough focus to find a sly smile tugging at the corner of Steve's lips as he attempts to be serious, "Um, are you okay?"

Alright, maybe falling head-first into the toilet would have been a little less embarrassing than this: Steve staring back at him and snickering. He cups his junk and grumbles.

"Towel?" he spits, holding out one hand.

"Sorry," Steve says as he hands the brown (seriously, why do the Harrington's enjoy brown so much) towel over, "It's just you looked like you were in the middle of some naked jumping-jacks."

"Stevie, I was terrified," he retorts, drying off his arms and hands first so he can get a better grip on anything so he can safely get out of the damn shower before it becomes a fogged-up glass tomb.

But Steve places the flashlight tight under one arm and spots him, hovering one hand and placing the other on his dripping wet hip.

"I know," he soothes, now completely serious, "I was scared too."

Eddie doesn't care that he is mostly wet and that his hair is completely soaked, he goes right into Steve's strong arms, feeling his navy-blue sweater quickly dampen between them. Steve maneuvers around to stop their bodies from completely blocking their light source and hugs him tight.

"So stupid," Eddie can't help but mutter, "How am I more scared of the fucking dark than I was when I was six? Besides, how do you even lose power out here in Richie Richville?"

"Well, considering this house is surrounded by trees," Steve shrugs, "We lose power quite easily in bad weather," he pulls back enough to give a dangerously-teasing smirk considering Eddie's state of undress, "Thought you'd enjoy some candles and what-not, anyway. Doesn't Bilbo Baggins scurry around his cottage with a candlestick?"

Now it's Eddie's turn to move away as he hurriedly wraps the towel around himself - to protect his modesty. Yeah... that.

"Excuse me?" he exclaims, "He lives in a Hobbit hole, for one. And I'll have you know his home is well-lit."

"Come on!" Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes and taking his hand.

He leads them back into his bedroom, which at least has some moonlight peaking in from the windows. And yeah, now Eddie can really hear the source of the power outage. The wind outside and the trees that shroud Loch Nora sound like a goddamn tornado.

"Though I think Rivendell surely must have had some sort of electricity," he wonders aloud as he attempts to focus on something else.

"We can debate the infrastructure of Middle Earth later," Steve chuckles and promptly shoves a pair of sweatpants into his hands.

Eddie steps forward, smiling bashfully.

"You mean it?" he coos, biting the 't'.

Steve's eyes flick to his lips as he bites his own, "I can think of a few things we could do that don't involve the power being on."

Eddie opens his mouth, readying himself for a lame line about their palpable electricity that will probably make Steve laugh when the damn radio crackles.

If a physical object could be a boner-killer, it's the damn radio Steve currently has attached to his hip.

"Steeeve is the power out at your house, overrr!" Dustin screeches the moment Steve fishes it from his back pocket.

"Yes, over," Steve answers. He holds a finger up, silently asking Eddie to wait as they make no attempt to move an inch from each other's personal space, "I'mfine-okaygoodbye!"

He clicks the radio off completely and tosses it on his dresser, paying no mind to the fact it sends his Little League trophy toppling onto the carpet.

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Didn't write the rest of this scene I've shared bits of or anything.

WC: 913, Masterpost Sometime after Danny meets Red Hood, before he plots.

Jason actually stopped on the stairs when he saw Danny. He was going down and Danny coming up, but the sight made Jason freeze rather than just stepping to the side like he normally would. Danny looked beyond exhausted. His usually perky hair was limp, the bags under his eyes were impressively dark, and he tripped over every step. Jason was half worried that while he had been away, Danny had gotten turned into a zombie.

Considering it was Gotham and the city already had Grundy (and Jason himself), it was a disturbingly valid concern.

“Midterms,” Danny mumbled several long moments after he had caught sight of Jason standing on the next landing up.

Okay, midterms made sense too.

(Nice not to have to clean up a zombie outbreak as soon as he was back in town.)

“Just starting, in the middle of, or over?”

“Over, thank the Ancients. Last paper turned in,” Danny said with a dramatic motion that made him wobble dangerously against the railing. Jason closed the gap between them nervously. “I’m gonna go… go… what’s the word?”

“Eat? Shower? Sleep?”

“That!” Danny snapped his fingers. “All of that. In some order, I guess.”

Jason reached out and gently took Danny’s arm. “Okay, Tuesday, I don’t know if I trust you not to slip in the shower and smash your pretty face in right now.”

“You think my face is pretty?”

Ignoring his blush, Jason moved past that fact quickly. “So how about you come up to my place. You can shower while I make you a snack and then you can lay down for a nap. When you wake up, I’ll have dinner ready.”

“Mm, dinner. I like dinner. I miss dinner,” Danny said dreamily.

Jason decided just to get them moving up the stairs. “When’s the last time you ate something more than granola bars and soup, Danny?”

“What day is it? Wait! I know this. Physics. T-R. Thursday!” Danny said. He was clearly very proud of himself.

“Food, Tuesday.”

“Yes please.”

Holding back a sigh, Jason carefully directed Danny up the stairs to the top floor. His things wouldn’t exactly fit Danny, but he was loathe to let the other out of his sight right then. He’d just make sure to grab sweats that had a drawstring on them. After Danny was asleep, he could make a quick run to the store to get some fresh things for dinner.

It was a bit of a juggle to keep a watchful arm around Danny and get his door unlocked and then relocked, but Jason managed before guiding Danny through the bedroom to the full bathroom.

“Stay.”

“Yes sir,” Danny quipped, words interrupted by the large yawn he took.

Once Jason was sure Danny would stay standing he pulled away to go dig out some clothing and a fresh towel, only to turn around and run into the dresser himself like he was the one sleep deprived. It was just that, well, Danny had started to strip and was already down to his boxers. It was a lot of skin on display and Jason couldn’t help but watch the play of freckles and scars across the shoulder blades.

That was… there were actually a concerning number of scars, for a civilian.

And the type of scars… a lot of those looked like burns and electrical scars. Several puncture wounds too. What was Danny getting into? Jason gripped tightened on the clothing in his hands. They needed to step up training.

“Clothing!” Danny cooed sleepily.

Jason shook himself out of his thoughts and delivered the clothing into Danny’s grabbing hands. “Be careful in the shower. I’ll be outside the door in case you fall.”

“I’m fine,” Danny said. “I’m not even bleeding!”

That really wasn’t reassuring.

“Still, be careful, Tuesday,” Jason said, making a quick exit as Danny started to pull down his boxers. He didn’t want Danny to remember all this after some food and sleep and feel like Jason had invaded his privacy or anything.

While the shower ran, Jason considered just what he could do for the snack. He thought he had some waffles he froze and he had to have some breakfast links in the freezer too, so pigs in blankets would be easy. No fresh fruit, but he had froze so a smoothie for vitamins and fluids. He might add some powdered mix to it also. Then he could tuck Danny in for a nap before he ran a quick trip to the grocery. A soup and some fresh bread would be nice and easy to keep warm for as long as Danny slept.

The shower shut off, Jason tried not to worry about the sounds of bumbling about, and then the door opened with a whoosh.

“Ta-da! I am still mostly alive!” Danny said triumphantly.

“I’m proud of you, Tuesday, a real accomplishment there.”

“Do I get a reward?” Danny asked, a hint of that feral smile that Jason had seen as Red Hood playing across his lips.

Jason cleared his throat. “Sure, you in a blanket, pigs in a blanket, and a smoothie.”

Danny hummed before nodding. “Deal.”

“So glad you agree,” Jason drawled as he deposited Danny on the couch and draped a red throw blanket around his shoulders. Jason leaned in a little to catch Danny’s eyes. “Now, stay.”

Danny wavered for a moment, leaning forward close enough to touch before he just slumped back into the couch with a wide yawn. “’Kay.”

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AN: I know you all have seen a few bits of this before, but finally got the rest of the parts done around it! There should prob be more after the last bit here, but wanted you all to finally have some Not!Writing again! Sorry for any issues, my fingers really are not doing what they should atm.

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Sailing Under the Sun | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader x Bard 👑 [king's special]

You're in the middle of the ocean when the wind dies down and leaves you stranded on Bard's sailboat. Thranduil's mood sinks but surely, though, there's a way to lift his spirits.

warnings/tags: NSWF! THIS IS ADULT CONTENT ✋️| [modern!AU], rich!Barduil, oral (m receiving), hand jobs, (guided) masturbation (f), dirty talk, i guess public-sex bc they're on the ocean? [reader is described with hair & wearing a bikini, no use of y/n]

word count: 4k

an: just a short little something, a treat for Thranduil as well as for you.. also.. Luke on that boat? Mhm-mhm yes yes. Best enjoyed listening to lana's 'born to die' because that's what i did xx // divider by @drinkthesky

+ masterlist + rules +🌿 reposts and comments are much appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

“I’m just saying,” Thranduil slides his gigantic pair of dark Prada sunglasses up his nose after one annoyed look at Bard, “if we’d taken my boat, there wouldn’t be this issue.”

You can’t stop the snort you let out at Thranduil’s less passive, more aggressive jab and since your face is pressed into the curve of your elbow, the sound is much louder than anticipated. 

“Thranduil, that yacht of yours burns through hundreds of liters of fuel. You can’t expect me to drop this baby –” The sound of Bard’s hand patting the wooden rail of his boat underlines the defensive bite in his answer, “so that you can destroy the ocean some more!”

“Have you not literally bought a new car last month?”

“It’s electric!”

“You had it flown in!”

“Boys!” You lift your head to stare at the two men – children, by the sound of their argument over boats like it was a cock measuring tool – and purse your lips, “Can’t a woman just nap on a boat, no matter what boat, and enjoy the sun a bit?” 

Thranduil opens his mouth to answer but you see that twitch in his eyebrows, the tell-tale sign that nothing good will come out so you cut him off before by shaking your head. “No, Thran. I really don’t care what or whose boat. All I want is for some relaxation. Maybe a drink.” You think back to the bottles of red wine cooling down in the cabin and sigh, “Or two.”

“You could’ve had one now,” Thranduil says and adds in a faux-whisper directed at none but heard by all: “Could’ve had a whole bar of drinks if we’d taken the Ferretti.”

Immediately, the groans of Bard and your inhale shut him up and Thranduil flips his hair back. “What? What?” his eyes fix you over the sunglasses and there’s a sharp edge to his low voice, a threatening edge of true annoyance. “Darling, you can’t tell me you’re happy that we’re stranded here.”

Stranded, because Bard’s prediction of a smooth sail went overboard as soon as the wind died down and he realized you’re mostly out of fuel.

Here, as in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by endless hues of blue. The glittering pacific blue ocean goes over into a cloudless light sky. No other boats, except yours, a peaceful human-less quiet that’s only interrupted by the gentle lapping of white foam-topped waves breaking against Bard’s sailboat and the breeze that makes the hot rays of the sun bearable if not enjoyable. 

And Bard’s been working on the sails wearing nothing but his swimming shorts so whenever you decide to look up from the towel you spread on the deck to sunbathe, you see his tanned muscles flexing in his back or his broad shoulders, and more than often he pulls on something or squats down which gives you a view even better than the ocean. The playful wind ruffles his hair now and then, dishevelling the locks of dark brown, salt and pepper and he looks – just right; balancing on the railing, his cinnamon-tanned chest splattered with freckles all up to his cheeks and a carefree easiness on his face. That’s the appearance of someone glad to be out on the water.

“Thranduil,” you pronounce the name like he’s a six-year-old who refuses to wear sunscreen, “I had the time of my life until you two whipped out your dicks.” 

And that’s the complete and honest truth. You have no need to suck up to Bard because Thranduil’s spoiled and rather spends the time on water acting like he’s not actually on water and sitting in the pool on his yacht, and you really like Bard’s sailboat. There’s a small bar downstairs, a hammock strung between the two masts, and plenty of room to lie down and do nothing. That’s all you need; he provides that and adds the naked-chest-view.

What are you going to do? Complain?!

“Yes, but imagine –” Thranduil stands up from his towel and saunters to you like a cat on a mission. The baby-blue linen shirt blows open in the sea breeze and shows the blush of pink that the sun has kissed onto his chest and the soft, slightly curled platinum strands of long hair brush your naked arms as he sits back down on the edge of your towel to lean down, his lips passing your temple to mumble hid deep vibrating voice into your ear, “The things we could do, the places we could play. The pool, the beds, the jacuzzi. I could tell the staff to leave the bar so I could taste my favorite drink –” his hands slide up your sunscreen sticky legs, rubbing the flesh of your thighs and part them slightly to play with the string of your bikini bottoms, “and that isolation means you, Darling, honey, can decide however – I – should – fuck – you.” 

A word, a kiss, a finger darting over the black bikini but never dipping in.

“Mhm,” your throaty hum is partly faulted to his hands caressing the warm skin of your inner thighs though his voice does a fantastic job of planting the seeds of imagination into your mind.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Bard calls and points his finger at Thranduil, “You’re playing unfair! Our girl has a right to her own opinion and doesn’t need your devilish tongue.”

The smirk is on Thranduil’s face before Bard realizes the double meaning of what he said and while he groans, Thranduil licks over his lips. “She could have it, though.” 

Bard jumps down from the railing, throwing a rope to the wooden floor. “You need a spanking,” he says, which not only leads to another smirk but to a low: “Yes, please, Sir.” 

Your bikini straps dig into your shoulders as you support yourself on your elbows, giving both men a view of your breasts pushed together in that black top they bought last month on the Monacco Trip. You catch Bard’s eyes, exchanging a shrug and tilt of the head, an unspoken discussion on how to deal with Thranduil’s behavior which, if unhandled, will only get worse the longer you sit around and try to ignore the crease between his eyebrows. 

The last time Thranduil had been forced to a dinner he had zero interest in being at, he made off-handed comments about everyone like he was absolutely counting on getting thrown out and when that didn’t happen he faked multiple phone calls (Bard and you ignored him the entire time, chatting to investors and walking arm in arm through the private gallery) before he stood up and left. Right before dessert was served. Like a cunt – There had been strawberry shortcakes and layered tiramisu, the perfect cream-to-berry ratio on the afternoon sweet clock. Bard had his chocolate eyes on the tiny glasses the entire time you were circling the room but none of them made it into your hands there.

You stole two in your tiny handbag, had sacrificed a lip balm and condoms to make room for the glasses to sneak them back to your hotel where you and Bard had watched a movie and pretended Thranduil didn’t sit next to you looking thoroughly pleased that he was finally back in his silk pajamas and freshly pampered.

“Soo,” Bard starts slowly, dragging out the ‘o’ that sounds more like a low throaty hum in the end. His hands wander up Thranduil’s shoulders to massage the twirly thin hair on his nape, “how can we make this day more enjoyable to you, Your Majesty?” 

“I could blow some winds into the sail to bring you back into port,” you suggest light-heartedly. 

Thranduil lifts one hand and nudges the glasses up into his hair. A few strands escape, falling down the side of his temples and fluttering in the breeze. While Bard has this look that places him on a sailboat, hands dirty and tanned like he spends his life up in the masts and ropes, Thranduil belongs on the yacht. Dirty-Shirleys, loosely buttoned shirts in white and blue, discussing galleys and standing on a glass floor to safely look down on the cerulean water underneath without ever getting even a bit of wave spraying up to the expensive clothes. 

You dabble in both these lifestyles. There are days when you love to sit around in tight dresses and hang around Thranduil’s arm, watching him gamble or play pool, whispering dirty thoughts like secret tactics into his ear but you would never say no to a day like this one. Lounging in your bikini, listening to the waves, and flying whenever the winds bless you. 

 “Or you could blow me.”

Thranduil doesn’t blink or twitch a muscle while you cough the devil out of you. Unfortunately, his proposition came when you reached for your bottle of water for a refreshment. The cooling drops roll down the curve of your breast and sink into the bikini and towel, leaving behind nothing but a darkened spot instead of the reanimating of your dried-out mouth and you’re spraying the water in more directions than Thranduil's yacht, barreling through the ocean at 40 knots.

At your sputtering, Bard pats your back compassionately. “There, there,” he chuckles and reaches down to wipe some of the water away, his fingers innocently brushing past the seamline at your breasts. The skin is warm, calloused, rough, and yet lovingly; he’s the summer cocktail that leaves you wanting more after one sip.  “He got you this wet already?”

“Bet that little number is drenched as well,” Thranduil adds mockingly and to prove him wrong, you raise your ass up.

“Check your facts,” you grin and slightly wiggle your butt, knowing full well that one more comment from either of them or one more touch would disintegrate the composure brought on by the sun and relaxation to leave another sea in the black bottoms. That thought brings more laughter, one that dusts your cheeks pinker than Thranduil’s chest. “Sea for yourself, huh?” 

Even Thranduil laughs at that, the first real smile that isn’t conceited or shameless flirting like the one he gave you as you showed off your bikini; this one’s deep from his soul and you’re proud that it’s one thoroughly bad dad-pun that cracks the shell of his mood.

“Well, Captain,” you blink up to Bard, “does the boat need you or can your loyal crew borrow some of that time?”

Sitting on one knee, Bard scratches the scruff of his beard, drawing his chin between two fingers. “No,” he says after a moment of thought and turns to Thranduil, “I’ve got time to help our Majesty out. One might say I’m quite handy at raising the mast. What? Oh, don’t look at me like that,” – that, being an eye roll and a huff – “so when she–” he nods his chin at you, “says it it’s fine but me? I’m getting castrated by the looks of ya!” 

“Tze, I don’t need your help masting me up. I’ve been lounging around blue-balling ever since our Darling girl showed that ass of her in that skimpy string bikini.” Thranduil makes himself more comfortable, sitting back on the small bench and leaning against one of the cabin windows so that you’re directly situated in front of him. As soon as you scoot closer on your knees, he opens his thighs and pets them. “C’mon, honey. Show me what that mouth of you can do.”

Bard, following his own, mischievous agenda, moves as well to sit next to Thranduil on the bench, one foot stemming up behind Thranduil to pull him into his opened legs. Their mouths crash together in a kiss that starts up fast, a colliding of teeth like a continuation of their earlier discussion that neither one is willing to lose. One of Bard’s hands finds its way into Thranduil’s neck, the other one moves to one of his perked-up nipples and playfully flicks it. 

You shuffle closer and undo the string that holds up Thranduil’s cream linen pants with fast nimble fingers – pulling on one end and watching, your cheek resting against one thigh, as the bow falls apart just like you plan on unraveling Thranduil. 

Without breaking away from Bard’s opened and moaning lips, Thranduil lifts his hips, aiding you as you pull the fabric over his legs to find a wonderful surprise waiting for you. 

“Seems like you weren’t lying,” you hum. There’s certainly one part of Thranduil that enjoys the view; ocean be dammed if you can have a good pair of tits in front of you, right? Thranduil’s cock stands proudly against his stomach, the tip red and weeping. You kitten-lick up the side, alternating to a soft kiss when you reach the head. “How did I not notice this?” you ask and lick up a bit of precum. 

The taste spreads salty on your tongue yet sweeter than seawater. 

That does bring Thranduil to break away from Bard and his gray eyes find yours, his pupils dilated by the lust taking over. “I guess it's because you didn't spare a glance at me during the whole journey. You were too busy drooling over Bard's a – ahh– ss.” 

“Is that so?” Bard asks cheekily, pausing his administration of marking up the junction Thranduil’s neck with his teeth, bruises that’ll remind Thranduil for a long time how, in the end, he enjoyed himself on Bard’s boat.

“No?” you lie. You did, but who wouldn’t stare if presented with such a good arse and muscles? Anyway, he’s your boyfriend and spent the morning between your legs so that must cancel each other out, right?

“Mhm, she did.” Thranduil grabs for Bard and pulls him into another kiss.

You spit in your hand, knowing full well by now a dip into your bottoms would be enough but the flutter of Thranduil’s lashes at the sound and what comes next is a high reward, and give his cock one testing stroke. 

“I don’t think you’re in the place to tease,” You use your thumb to smear his precome that dribbles out of his slit over the head and down, mixing it with your spit to wetten his cock further. A helping hand comes from Bard and he gatherers your hair. With nothing in your way, you lean forward and swallow Thranduil’s cock right to the base, licking up the veins.

Thranduil groans and his head slumps into the crook of Bard’s neck. He’s already too gone to answer in typical Thranduil-fashion – which is a snarky comeback –, a few licks and the slight pressure from your tongue against his balls is all it takes.

Swirling your tongue around the base, you sigh heavily, breathing in and taking him a bit deeper into your throat in the delight of finally having his weight in your mouth again. Thranduil’s hand flies to your head when you start bobbing, going down further and further every time, and his fingers wrap themselves around some strands, nails digging into your skin. 

“Fuck, that’s right,” Bard groans. You look up and see that Thranduil has his other hand around his cock, though he went right into a steady pace. Through lowered lashes, Bard nods at you. “C’mon baby, I know you’re drenched as well,” his hips lift, following Thranduil’s tug on his cock, “Just – fuck, just listen to me and I can take care of you, alrigh’?”

You nod around Thranduil’s cock, the tip now bullying the end of your throat in a way that nearly constricts your breathing but pleasurably lets just the tiniest bit of air through so you’re not yet lightheaded. Unconsciously you rub your thighs together, searching for some friction with one of your heels digging into your cunt. 

“That’s good, baby, but y’know what’s going to feel real good? Give Thranduil those fingers.”

While you continue to hold Thranduil’s cock down, nose pushed against the waxed skin, you let the blonde swirl his tongue around two of your fingers and watch as he coats your middle and pointer in enough spit that it drips when you pull them back with a ‘pop’.

Bard groans in approval. “That’s right, good job. Now go ‘head and slide them into your bikini. Leave it on, ‘s not like there’s much to pull off anyway.”

Thranduil laughs and moans at the same time, nearly choking you on his cock at the sudden movement and you quickly lift your head. A mix of your spit and his precum drip down your throat and onto your breasts. 

“Can you fuck my throat?” Your question sounds sweet but it’s Thranduil’s turn to choke on his laughter. The hand in your hair tightens.

“Fuck, of course, Darling,” Thranduil wastes no second and pushes you back on his cock immediately, giving you barely any time to inhale enough air before he’s lodged in your throat again. Without further ado, he starts thrusting up, first slow as he’s figuring out how he would like it today, then faster.

Gagging and shifting for a better stance, knees spread apart, your wet fingers slide past the tight stretch of your bikini, finding it practically glued to your cunt. There’s not one single cell in your body that isn’t strung to vibrate in lust and desire, all that goes through your flesh and mind is the siren song of pleasure, luring you closer into her trap but is it truly a trap when you surrender all you are willingly? You don’t think so and sink your middle finger into yourself, finding that there’s little resistance yet plenty of slickness that makes it easy for you to rub the pads of your fingers over your throbbing clit.

The squelch is loud and evokes groans from all three of you, only yours is stifled by Thranduil’s cock spearing through your mouth. 

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” Bard smirks down at you, taking in the tears that gather in your eyes and the spit drooling out of your mouth, dripping uncontrollably and smearing over the hand you’ve been using to fondle Thranduil’s balls. “What a sight, you messy messy girl. Look how you’re pleasing Thran – shit,” he breaks into a moan as Thranduil twists his hand.

Blinking away some of the tears and rubbing your clit harder, it’s an effort to focus your twisted view to look up at Thranduil but when your eyes focus, he’s glorious. Both hands occupied, one holding you down and the other fucking Bard’s leaking cock, knuckles glistening with precome. He’s leaning to the side, moaning open-mouthed against Bard’s throat that bobs at each sound, the blush on his cheeks dark and a beautiful contrast to his light yet disheveled hair. No painter could capture that wanton pull of his face, the color of his lips, and the fan of his lashes.

“I – Love, Bard, I don’t think – ah fuck yesyesyessogood – I’m not gonna last long,” Thranduil manages to say, his hips speeding up in that blind chase after pleasure, grinding his cock into the back of your throat.

The lightheadedness kicks in with the rush of adrenalin and you hum, sending the vibrations along Thranduil’s cock. He can’t hold himself back longer, there’s no reason or thought behind his actions as he hammers his cock into you, using your mouth as a wet sleeve just like you had wanted him to and his size and width will probably bruise you enough that speaking will be something to avoid but there’s no reason for your voice if your body sings that beautifully like it does now.

Your hips move against your own hand, rutting into the fingers rubbing your clit furiously, the heat in your stomach tight.

“Fuck if you could only see yourselves,” Bard grunts, twitching in Thranduil’s firm grip one last time before he shoots his load all over his heaving chest. Breathlessly, he sinks down, falling to his knees and you don’t even notice how close he is until rough fingers shove yours aside. 

For a second you whine, a useless sound blocked by Thranduil’s heavy cock, but Bard shushes you. His frame blocks the sun that beats down on your back and he curls around you. “Let me, love,” he murmurs. There’s another burning light, stronger and hotter than the sun. His fingers find your clit with a knowing ease and you go tense up completely, thighs shaking to hold yourself up somehow. 

The gentle bob of the boat does nothing but heighten the sensations, the exposure to everyone who might pass or get close a knowledge that sits in the back of your neck and rolls down your spine hot like molten silver.

A narrow breath trips out of Thranduil’s lips, a pretty little sound that leaves you dripping all over Bard, who shoves two fingers of one hand inside you and rubs your clit with two of the other. A string of moans follow and then, shooting directly down your throat, Thranduil comes with one last raise of his hips, his hand stilling in your hair and his cum bittersweet. 

“Good fucking girl,” Bard praises, his fingers sending you into oblivion straight after you finish swallowing and choking on Thranduil, one ‘come-hither’ motion that lights up your body like fireworks on the fourth of July though instead of rocketing up into the sky, you clam down on Bard’s fingers and let the flaming orgasm whip you into another sphere. 

Your sight clears and both men are there, rubbing your back and gently rolling you through the shaking aftershocks that leave you to fall trembling into Bard. He catches you, hands sticky with your combined arousal holding you up. Thranduil reaches for your forgotten water bottle, tipping it to your mouth and you greedily flush down the remaining taste of his cum.

An orgasmic bliss clings to the edge of your being and you’re more than satisfied. 

Since you don’t seem like taking control over your body, Bard man-handles you to lay down on another towel, one that’s free from cum. Thranduil stands, if not sways, and pulls on the open sail to bathe you in a cooling shadow.

“There,” Thranduil pulls off his shirt, the baby-blue darkened by his sweat and carelessly throws it into the cabin, “I could go for a swim now. All that blowing and there’s still no wind.”

And with that he swings himself over the metal railing, hair flying through the air and the water spraying up as he dives down.

You mumble a question and – yes, speaking will definitely be limited to the bare minimum and only if truly necessary.

Bard understands you nevertheless and slips behind you again, pulling your tired body against his – cleaned – chest. “Let’s join him in a bit,” he mumbles between the rain of soft kisses into your neck, his nose nudging your skin gently, “and then I’ll them him I’ve got a full enough tank to sail us to every port he wants to.”

You snort, rolling your head back to give his wandering lips more access to your sun-kissed warm skin. Spots dance in front of your closed eyes and seagulls screech in the distance. The water sounds inviting and you can’t wait to dive into the cooling wet, joining Thranduil. You’ll climb on his back, letting him drift around with your arms around his neck holding on, the water lapping over you and Bard tugging on your feet, tickling you until you swallow water from laughing so much.

But now, his breathing is as constant as Thranduil’s low hum next to the boat, and his arm’s heavy around your stomach and you promise yourself you’ll just close your eyes for a little bit.

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How hard could it be?

Summary - She was regretting even thinking she could get the room painted and put back together before Jay got home. So much for being an independent woman, she thought as she leant with her back against the bathroom door, taking in the mess in front of her.

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Her hair was sticking to her head, splatters of white gloss paint freckled her cheeks, and she was regretting even thinking she could get the room painted and put back together before Jay got home. So much for being an independent woman, she thought as she leant with her back against the bathroom door, taking in the mess in front of her.

Today had been her compulsory day off - a new initiative that had been implemented in the past few months. Having noticed that the Intelligence team very rarely took any of their paid leave, the powers that be had begun prescribing a fixed day off once a month that unless the team were in the middle of an all hands on deck type case, you were unable to ignore it. When Jay had walked out the door this morning, pressing a kiss to her cheek and throwing her a wink, Hailey had decided she would use her day off to do something productive. The en-suite off their bedroom had needed a fresh lick of paint ever since they had moved in but for various reasons had kept being pushed down to the bottom of their to-do list. But no longer.

She had called into the hardware store and picked up the paint for the walls and also some gloss for the woodwork. Next stop was Target for some new towels because they were adults with good paying jobs and they could afford to have a matching set of towels rather than the mismatched set from when they had combined their apartments and moved in together. With her trunk full of all of the tools of the trade and their new towels, she had picked a deep crimson colour, Hailey headed home with a plan to get it all sorted before Jay got home, or at least a good enough head start.

She had decided against painting the ceiling, that seemed like far too much work for very little gain so she started with the walls. She painstakingly taped up all the electric sockets, the light switch and around the skirting boards with blue painters tape before getting to work cutting in with the light grey matte paint that she had loved upon first glance when she picked it up in the store. At least, she had loved the colour on the side of the tin.

She should have stopped almost immediately but she ignored the feeling in her stomach that the colour on the outside of the tin didn’t quite match the inside. It wasn’t until she took a step back, hands on her hips and surveyed her work that she groaned. The paint had been called coastal grey. Emphasis on the grey.

The edges of her walls were distinctly green.

Green.

Neither she or Jay were particularly colourful people, she knew it had even been a step to get towels that weren’t cream or grey when she had bought the crimson ones. She had had a vision though that with the pale grey walls, the deep towels would compliment them perfectly and she knew that Jay had a framed print of the city that was backed with a similar colour red that she had planned to put up above the towel rail to bring it all together.

Now it was green.

Green and red.

It was like Santa Claus had thrown up in their en-suite.

And she’d already painted too much of the walls to stop now.

She rubbed a hand over her forehead as she rattled through her options; she could continue to paint it green and tell Jay it had been the colour she had aimed for because who didn’t want to look at Christmas everyday. Second option was to stop now and go back to the store and pick a new colour. Or she could just do a single coat, leave it as it was today and then on her next day off, sort it out after another trip to the hardware store.

The last option seemed to be her best one. It would mean that she would have to admit her mistake and face the possible laughter that Jay would try to hide, but it also meant she wouldn’t have to get changed out of her paint covered clothes and go back to the store today. She had wanted it to be a one day project but that idea was already out of the metaphorical window.

So, kicking herself for not getting a paint sample first and actually checking the colour on the wall, Hailey gritted her teeth and got the roller out, rolling the clearly un-grey paint onto the walls.

The more she painted, the greener it looked.

When all the walls were covered in the offending colour, she decided it was time for a lunch break, she had ignored the grumblings from her stomach for long enough. Shutting the door onto the bathroom and padding across to the kitchen in her socks, it was only when she had closed the fridge retrieving the ingredients to make a quick sandwich she noticed the paint splotches across the floor.

Squeezing her eyes shut and praying that it wasn’t what she thought was happening, she opened them again as she looked down at her feet.

‘Fuck,’ she muttered, the green paint obviously staining her right sock that had left footprints from the bedroom into the kitchen.

She didn’t know who she had pissed off today but clearly she had done something that warranted this level of punishment. She grabbed off her sock, throwing the paint covered material into the sink where it landed with a dull thud. It had even soaked through and her foot bore evidence of the paint crime. She quickly grabbed a dish cloth and wiped her foot clean, she then got to work scrubbing the marks on the floor and silently thanked herself for noticing them now whilst the paint was still wet and could easily be wiped off.

Not trusting herself to not end up with a arse shaped paint mark on the couch considering her luck today, Hailey scoffed down her sandwich whilst standing over the sink. Not the most relaxing of lunch breaks but it was food for energy not for the delight of having a ham and mustard sandwich on wheat bread, not the most interesting of lunch options on any given day.

Leaving her paint covered sock in the sink, I’ll deal with it later, she thought, she made her way back to the bathroom and got stuck into dealing with the woodwork.

The guy at the hardware store had recommended a solvent based paint because apparently it dried quicker but the smell of it as soon as she opened the tin made her wish she had picked the water based option and just dealt with the fact it took over 24 hours to dry. She quickly pulled out one of the disposable face masks left over from Covid from their bathroom cabinet and tugged it on over her mouth and nose. It didn’t completely block out the smell but it helped enough that her eyes weren’t watering anymore.

It was painstakingly slow work, using a small brush to go over all of the skirting boards, desperately trying not to get it on either the floor or on the freshly painted walls. She may hate the green but if it ended up with messy white edges, it was going to look even worse. It didn’t help that because the bathroom was small, she ended up twisted into awkward pretzel-like positions trying to reach the areas she needed to paint.

And some people said painting was relaxing, Hailey mocked at the thought.

She didn’t know how long she spent sitting, lying or kneeling on the bathroom floor trying to get everything as neat as she could. She had wanted to paint the door as well but that idea was looking less and less appealing as the hours ticked by.

She let her head thud against the door, as she leant back on it, making a mental note to never try and paint a room in one day but herself again. She may be a lot of things, but a decorator was clearly not one of them.

The walls were streaky, the paint very clearly needing at least two coats to provide a thick enough coverage. The colour was even worse now it was dried. That wasn’t really fair, it was a nice colour, a pale green with just a tinge of grey but it was so far removed from what Hailey had been hoping for she struggled not to laugh.

No matter how hard she had tried to keep the woodwork neat, the paint had gotten everywhere. Not only was she covered in it but she had ended up with it on the shower mat, small splotches on the wall - it looked like a child had done it. And truthfully she thought Makayla probably could have done a better job.

She had decided not to take the towel rail off the wall thinking it would be easy to just paint around it, that had proved to be another error of judgement and the chrome towel rail was now dotted with the greeny grey paint.

Hailey was so busy noticing all of the issues with the freshly painted room that she didn’t hear the front door open and close. It was only when a familiar voice called out from the kitchen she realised she had been in the small room all afternoon.

‘Hails, do I want to know why there’s a paint covered sock in the sink?’ Jay said, and Hailey could hear the smirk on his lips even if she couldn’t see it.

‘If I said it wasn’t mine, would you believe me?’ She called back with a groan.

‘Can I come in?’ Jay asked softly from the other side of the door.

‘If you promise not to laugh?’ She shifted so her back was now against the shower screen and he could tug the door open.

‘Why would I laugh?’ He asked curiously, opening the door slowly.

Hailey saw his eyes widen as he took in the room that was no longer a creamish white like it had been when he had left that morning and his wife that was sitting on the floor covered in enough paint to be in an art gallery.

‘Don’t say it,’ she muttered, her eyes closing again. She knew she had made a mess of it, wasted her day off in the process and now she would need to spend even more time fixing it.

‘Say what?’ He asked. ‘I like it.’

‘You like it?’ She asked, opening her eyes if only to frown at him. ‘I’m a big girl Jay, you don’t have to lie to me.’

‘I’m not lying Hails,’ he said, ‘I really like it, I think we need a second coat to really make the colour smooth out but I can help with that at the weekend.’

Hailey sat there in shock. She had really expected him to laugh at the mess she had found herself in, but here he was, saying that he liked it without even a hint of mockery to his tone.

‘This doesn’t really explain the sock,’ he said after a moment, grinning as he reached down a hand to pull her to her feet.

‘I may have stepped paint through the apartment when I went to make lunch,’ she admitted with a small blush, as his hands came to rest on her waist.

‘Ahh,’ Jay nodded. ‘Well, I personally think the one sock thing is a look,’ he grinned as he reached down to press a soft kiss to her lips. ‘And the paint on the face,’ he kissed her again, ‘really sexy.’

Hailey smacked him playfully on the chest but let him pull her closer into him as he covered her paint covered face in kisses, his lips telling her all the places she had managed to get paint.

‘So you don’t hate the green?’ She asked, pulling back to look up at him.

‘Why would I hate the green?’ He asked, genuine curiosity pulling on his cheeks.

‘Because it was meant to be grey,’ she admitted.

‘Oh,’ his mouth formed a small o. ‘Well it’s definitely not grey.’

‘No shit,’ Hailey chuckled. ‘And I got red towels so it’s going to look a bit like Christmas in here.’

‘Good thing I love Christmas then,’ Jay said quickly, smiling from ear to ear.

‘So you don’t want to paint it another colour?’ Hailey asked.

‘Do you?’

‘I guess it’s growing on me,’ she shrugged.

‘And here I was thinking you were trying to match my eyes,’ he chuckled warmly. ‘Well your hair is definitely a shade of green now too,’ Jay’s fingers played with the pieces of her hair that had fallen out of her messy bun.

Hailey groaned, letting her head thud against his chest. ‘Turns out decorating is not my forte.’

‘We can’t all be talented at everything Hails,’ Jay’s arms slide around her back, keeping her close to him.

‘I’m going to get paint on you,’ Hailey murmured into his shirt but made no move to pull herself out of his arms, it was one of her favourite places, the safety of his arms wrapped around her, his heart beating in time with her own.

‘Then we can save water and shower together later to get it all off,’ he dropped a kiss to her head and she felt his chest rubble with a small laugh.

‘That’s the best idea you’ve had since you walked in the door,’ she said, letting her hands reach around his back to slide up under his henley and run across his bare skin.

‘Should we order dinner first?’ He suggested but Hailey shook her head as she let her fingers trace a familiar path around his front to undo his belt buckle.

‘Shower and you first, dinner can wait,’ she looked up at him through her lashes.

‘Excellent idea,’ he whispered, sealing his lips to hers and starting to tug her shirt up over her head and letting it drop into a paint covered pile on the floor by their feet.

Maybe her day off wouldn’t be such a bust after all, Hailey thought as she pulled Jay into the shower with her, turning on the water and ridding themselves of their clothes just as quickly. And they were conserving water too.

[bnuuys-writing]

CHAPTER TWO. OVERTURE. Phantom of The Opera x Twisted Wonderland

Here is chapter two for you guys! I hope you enjoy!!

Chapter One, Chapter Two(You are here!), Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Leona's Ending, Malleus' Ending

~Bnuuy Out!

The year is 1919, in France. Within a bustling city in the center of town stands a magnifique Opera House, its dazzling lights outside its carefully intricate carved walls tells a story of Regalty, Royalty, and an awe inspiring show promising to be played within, yet; the inside simply tells another story, begging to be read by the others within the towns history.

The echo of the tapping cane reverberated within the desolate walls of the opera house. Which stood so beautifully with glamour and shine that now holds cobwebs and dust as if it were trying to hide itself away from the world. Leona sat there in a chair, overall confused on how he had even arrived here. He held all of his memories intact but perhaps that was because he was a powerful mage? All he knew was that in his mind was Y/N.

I have to save Y/N.

“Alrighty then! Lot 665, a monkey playing the cymbals, dressed in persuasion robes with the heart of a barrel organ! It has been stated that this item has been found in the very catacombs of the opera house. Ladies and Gentleman, shall we start off the bidding with 15 francs?” An unknown man stated out, standing on top of a podium, looking out amongst the small crowd before him. 

Leona’s hand raised up without him knowing. A grunt of disapproval ripped out from his chest as he saw a familiar faces that he would honestly rather forget. Lilia Vanrougue. Lilia raised up his hand as the bidding continued, only for Leona to raise up his hand once more, raising the bid again. 

“Do I hear 35 francs…?” The auctioneer’s gaze looked over at the old bat who only seemed to smile cockily at Leona, before shaking his head no. That little bastard making the price higher than needed… The sound of a hammer echoed within the desolate theater as the music box was sold to Leona De Kingscholar. Clawed hands reached forward for the barrel organ monkey as he began to look over it slowly, a memory forcing up into his mind that most certainly did NOT belong to him.

A collectors piece, indeed… Every detail, exactly as they said… Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?

Shaking his head out of his stupor, he let out an annoyed grunt as he shifted around. The auctioneer cleared his throat as he motioned to a certain hanging over something quite large within the spacious room. Slowly, the auction would start as he read over the paper within his hands. 

“Lot 666, a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of a Phantom hiding within this opera house, a mystery quite never fully explained. With the newly invented electricity, we are hoping to frighten away any ghosts, with a bit of illumination… Gentleman!” Sparks of electricity began to flood the room as a once nicely candle lit chandelier, now solely powered by the new electricity, began to float up towards the sky as everything began to shift around them. Dust flew off the walls, cobwebs floated off as if they were never there before. Old paint flashed anew as the beautiful statues were shining as if they were just proudly polished. Leona and Lilia looked at each other before they both completely faded away from each other's existence. The Mission has started.

The year was now 1881, the opera house was busier than ever with rehearsals. Chatterings of different conversations being echoed throughout the plywood walls, ballerinas running up and down the stairs trying to collect all their items. Stone masons working hard on their next project. Costume designers sewing and taking measurements. Towels, blankets, things that needed to be air dried being hung up over the railings as three important figures swam through the current of workers. 

“Y/N, Silver, hurry up! Otherwise we will be late for practice!” Sebek seethed out at the two of you, not wanting to face Lilia’s wrath during their ballet practice. Silver could only groan as he was tugged along by Sebek and you just laughed as the trio of you ran down the stairs. Sebek and Silver had recalled the mission once they had entered the opera house with the help of Lilia’s wise words.

Remember, we are trying to find Y/N. We are in a book. I have already located Malleus but he must remain hidden for now. 

Taking deep breaths as you ran past the trio of eyes, something was already boiling behind them as they watched your figure join your colleagues of ballerinas, ready for practice. Lilia watched as Sebek and Silver returned to your sides, posted like good loyal knights, yet there was no need for that because of course! This is ballet, and to Sebek’s dismay and like as if he would ever admit to it… Ballet was hard.

To the open stage, the orchestra was loudly playing as others marched around what seemed to be a very painted up Vil. Of course, these potatoes could all learn something from him as they all continued to parade upon his outfit and rip it here and there. What they all needed was discipline and to move with grace, not march around as they were! But what can you do when all you work with are lousy drunks who most likely do not care for the mastery of Opera? Including poor Rook who was struggling with his accent.

“It is not Ro-ma. It is ROME.” The conductor had stopped once more to shout at Rook who could only smile and shake his head. “My many apologies monsieur, it is just quite hard to grasp the foundation of what play we are exactly playing… Perhaps we can go over it once more?” Rook asked out which only caused the conductor to sigh. Though, could you blame them? Y/N had spoken about musicals and plays and whoever this Shakespear was from their world but never really got too deep into them. Hannibal was one of them, and although all of them had come to realize that they were in your world, something about it screamed as if they were in the wrong century of when Y/N was originally from. 

“Excuse me, good sir! I have an important announcement to make!” The manager spoke, coming onto the stage as Vil only sighed. Of course he would have an announcement right in the middle of rehearsals, if they only knew who he really was, there would be NO interrupting rehearsals. “I have wanted to say- All the rumors are true, I am retiring!” Vil rolled his eyes, he was certain everyone knew that their manager would be retiring soon but to be replaced by who? His violet colored hues trailed behind his now ex-manager only to freeze.

Of course it would be Azul and the Tweels.

“The opera house will now be under the management of Azul Ashengrotto and his companions Jade and Floyd Leech. After their business of conducting an underground business-”

“A club.” Azul interjected with a serene smile, causing others within the room to sweatdrop slightly.

“-As I was saying; They will be your new managers, so make sure to treat them with plenty of respect!” The man finished as he welcomed the trio to the front of him, perhaps trying to get out of the spotlight like a certain Crow back in NRC? Who knows.

“We are deeply honored to with by your side and we would love to introduce to you our new Patron, Leona De Kingscholar!” Azul stated out, perhaps with some grit between his words. Afterall, he didnt forget about what Leona had done to his precious contracts within their homeworld but in order to save Y/N from the book, they had to push past their differences and move forward. 

The clicking of heels echoed within the open theater as a certain lion reached up beside the mer-people, a growl within his throat as he looked out towards the crowd. Of course they were all here already. Vil, Rook, Azul and the Tweels, and if he looked a bit closer; is that Lilia? 

“It is an honor to meet you Sir Kingscholar.” Vil stated out, tearing Leona’s gaze back to focus on the pompous Pomefire dormleader. A hand was held out towards Leona’s face and a smug smirk was plastered all over Vil’s face. Huffing, Leona’s hand grasped Vil’s own and gently placed upon the decorated gold hand, a soft kiss. 

“The pleasure is all mine.. Now, don't let me interrupt you anymore. Carry on. I shall be here tonight to celebrate in your victorious show.” With that, Leona turned on his tail quickly and began to walk through the corridor, passing you with Silver and Sebek glued to your side. Your eyes were glazed over with memory as you stared at him, hoping he would say hello as he passed you by. Yet, no such luck as he didn't even spare you a glance.

“He wouldn't recognize me…” You stated out softly to Sebek and Silver with a frown upon your face. Through all of Silver and Sebek’s pesterings, it would appear that you had lost all memory as you became such an important character within the book- perhaps it was due to your lack of magic ability? Whatever it may be, Silver and Sebek hoped it wouldn't last back home in their world where they would bring you back.

“He didn't see you.” Silver cooed out softly, comforting you slightly before Sebek scoffed.

“You do not need that mangy lion anyways! There are bigger and better, like Lord-” Before Sebek could finish, Lilia cleared his throat and motioned for the ballerinas to start their dance as the familiar flutes began to play. Both knights sighed as they jumped off away from you to start their dance while you joined in with the other ballerinas. Jumping over chains and dancing gracefully around them; Afterall, Hannibal is very important to the culture of Rome. 

Though the trio of mers stared at you deeply as they chatted away with Lilia. Jade watched your every move while holding onto Floyd’s shoulder so he couldn't break away to squeeze you too tightly now, after all they didn't want to break the code lines of the book and be casted out, or even worse. Get stuck in there permanently. 

“And who is that one? No relation I trust?” Azul pointed out to you, raising up an eyebrow as Lilia let out a small ‘fufu~’ 

“That is Y/N L/N. Orphaned at 7, and came to live and train here within the Opera dormitories since then… I also think of her as a daughter. Now gentleman, if you would be so kind just to stand off to the side.” Lilia pushed the trio off to the side only to watch his ballet dancers. As the singing continued, the orchestra played with such oomph that a certain irritated German voice could be heard amongst it all as a rip was heard.

“Rook! Do not step on me!” Vil shouted out at Rook who looked sheepish as he had taken a step in the wrong direction as Sebek had jumped a little too close to him. After that, all hell broke loose as Rook couldn't jump into his seat where the fake elephant had come in due to his large billowing and not to mention- heavy- outfit was weighing him down. Vil had gotten so frustrated that he broke character as he stormed through the hallway, screaming how he is going to quit and he is finished. Only for Azul and the Tweels (Not Floyd though, he wasn't in the mood for it.) to grovel for Vil to stay and sing.

“Isn't there a song in uhm… Act three of Hannibal that you can sing for us?” Azul asked out hesitantly, trying to remember the play for Y/N’s sake. 

“Yes! There is! But SOMEBODY did NOT finish my costume!” Vil pointed out and looked towards the costume designers who looked away sheepishly only for Jade to cut in smoothly.

“If its alright with you, Vil, we would love a performance just for us.” Jade hummed out smoothly only for Vil to stop and thing about it. Rook cleared his throat and nodded towards Vil, as if saying quietly ‘do it for the story’ in which Vil nodded.

“If my managers command… Maestro?” Vil looked over at the conductor who only stiffened up under his gaze.

“If my diva commands!”

“I do.” With that, Rook went around shushing everyone as Vil went to the front of the stage, preparing his voice for quite a song. Once the whole auditorium was quiet to Vil’s shushing and Rook’s deathglare of ‘silence’, the piano began to softly play like stars within the night sky. Slowly, Vil’s voice came out strong with plenty of vibrato that left Floyd wincing and looking ever so displeased. Vil knew that this was the doing of the book for he would never sing an aria so… Absurd. Though nothing could prepare him for what came next.

Shackles and chains clattered as a wheel began to squeak very loudly as a whole stage set background fell right on top of Vil, Rook’s eyes turning the size of dinner plates as he rushed forward to collect Vil off of the ground and out from underneath the heavy tapestry of a background. Lilia could only sigh as his ballerinas were panicking while Silver and Sebek stood close to you in hopes of protecting you from whatever might come next towards you. Another screamfest from Vil and the new managers before the auditorium went silent as Vil, Rook and their entourage stormed off into the back.

“Here is a letter, the Opera ghost welcomes you into his opera house and hopes that you can still pay him his money. Monsieur Le Fevre used to give him twenty thousand francs a month.” Lilia spoke, nonchalant as he handed over a note to Azul who seemed absolutely mortified at the idea of having to pay a GHOST. Most certainly they are real, for they all have been to the Ramshackle. “He also states that you need to leave Box Five empty for his use.”

“HIS Opera house? And TWENTY THOUSAND FRANCS? Well that's just great! Who is going to sing for us now! There is no understudy for Vil Schoenheit!” Azul shouted out, furious that he is going to have to refund a whole house which is 1. A waste of a bunch of money, and 2. This shouldn't be how the story should be going! 3. NOW HE HAS TO DEAL WITH SOME OPERA GHOST?

“Y/N can sing it for you.” Silver’s nonchalant voice spoke up through the chaos only for Sebek and you to look at him in shock. Azul slowly turned to you and quirked up an eyebrow but Floyd was first to speak.

“A simple ballet chorus girl? Nehh~...” With a shake of his head at not calling you Shrimpy, why couldn't he just call you Shrimpy? Sebek took it as denial and was next to speak up for you.

“They’re very well trained!” Sebek barked out, standing up straight as you just look between the two of them as if they were going a second head on their shoulders. Wishing that they didn't say ANYTHING. Granted, yes. You were being trained by a wonderful master but… Was it worthy of singing in front of a whole audience?!

“Who taught you.” Jade was next to speak, smiling at you with one of his very placid smiles that could put anyone on edge. You were no different than the rest of course…

“I don't know his name, monsieur…” You whispered out, suddenly bashful as now all the eyes were locked onto your form, Lilia cleared his throat in hopes of you gaining your courage to speak more. Yet for when nothing came out from your mouth, he only sighed.

“Let them sing for you monsieur, they are very well taught.” Lilia spoke up and pushed you forward with his hand on the lower of your back as Floyd began to wave you forward to the center of the stage.

“Cmon now Shrim–... Y/N” Floyd seemed to be annoyed with the fact that he was still unable to call you by your nickname, huffing silently as you were tentative on reaching the front of the stage. You feel everyone's eyes upon you and an all too familiar gaze upon the back of your head. You know he is here.

Slowly, the piano began to play once more as you began to sing a few beats in. Floyd and Jade seemed serene while Azul seemed so shocked by the sound of your voice. Who knew that their precious little Prefect had a voice of a siren! An Angel?! His face must’ve turned a shade of pink as he watched you very closely. You could only turn to face Lilia, Sebek and Silver who all looked very proud of you as Lilia motioned you forward to the center of the stage.

With a flash of the light in front of everyone's eyes, the once empty house was now filled with a full audience listening to you sing so gracefully. Leona sat in his seat as he seemed pleased at hearing you sing, his tail flicking around happily as his eyes narrowed down upon your shining form, as if you were a star itself. Who knew their clumsy Prefect had so much grace, and with a voice of the tweeting birds of the savannah. Unbeknownst to them, a form lurked within the shadows, listening to your voice as he seemed pleased with himself at how far you've come under his wing. You looked as radiant as ever, perfect for the prize of his game that is about to be played.

Leona stood up, humming to himself how it's wonderful to finally see your face, not like he would ever mention how he had missed you but for once in his life, he was rushing to see you. At the end of the song, you received a standing ovation from the crowd, roses were being tossed up onto the stage for you as a certain spy was watching you from below before rushing outside to see their master of Vil and Rook. Upon hearing the standing ovation for your spectacular performance, Vil could only smirk and chuckle. 

“Who knew our potato had it in them all this time.”

All the while, a certain eel was more than happy to shout out to you about how wonderful your performance was, and Azul was more than happy with the outcome and with the fact that they now had a new rising star who wasn't Vil for once. 

Sebek and Silver were the ones who first went out to go searching for you after your performance and everyone had left the auditorium. Afterall, this was a party and You were the star! You should be celebrating! Walking through corridors and slinking through hallways with couples that were more than happy to mash their lips together in what seemed to be the most secluded hallway they could find, they stumbled upon you in a room lighting up candles.

“Y/N! There you are! We have been looking for you. We thought we told you that you should always stick by us!” Sebek shouted out loudly, making you jump and Silver sighed. “Can't you see they’re lighting up a memorial, be quiet Sebek.” Silver whispered out to his friend before looking back down at you who turned to smile at the two of them.

“It's alright you two… I was just letting my father know that tonight went well. After all, father once spoke of an angel who would teach me all these musical things. Now I see him in everything I do, and he comes and visits me at night, sings me songs to keep me company as I sleep.” You whispered out to the both of them as they took their places on either side of you, again like how a knight would be for their King of Briar Valley. 

“Y/N… You must have been dreaming, stories like this can't come true.” Sebek states out softly as he takes your hand and helps you up. Granted, he would NEVER touch you back in Twisted Wonderland but with the guidance of the book's written story, he guided you up to your feet as Silver helped steady your balance within your heels.

“Y/N you’re talking in riddles, and it's not like you.” Silver whispered out as they both began to lead you out from the room filled with painted angels and more towards your room, though both Silver and Sebek could feel a presence around them that was all too familiar. A drunkard man that is about to lose this game of cat and mouse if he keeps pestering their precious Prefect. Once back inside your room, with you all settled down in front of your mirror, the two had left you alone with Lilia and stood guard outside of your room.

“He is pleased with you.” Lilia would speak out softly to you, eyes lingering on your form as your eyes glance down to the rose, still filled with thorns with a green ribbon tied around it that was just placed down to your hand. “Make sure to go to bed at a reasonable time tonight. You know how he is with your sleeping schedule, and you have a big day tomorrow. Goodnight Y/N.” Lilia would softly squeeze your shoulders as he began to depart from the room only for a certain sneaky lion to squeeze past and intrude in.

“Little Y/N let their mind wander, not knowing of the hunter behind them.” Leona’s gruff voice would hum out, arms crossed with that smug smirk upon his face as he looked you up and down. Your eyes flickered up to his face within the mirror and a smile began to form upon your face at seeing your childhood best friend.

“No, they knew of the hunter stalking them, but what they couldnt comprehend is what it wanted.” You started out, swirling around to face him on your chair as you stood up.

“Am I fonder of dolls or of frocks, or possibly picnics in the attic?” Leona stated, walking closer to you to where he could smell you but couldn't just touch you yet. 

“No, they said. Whatever is best, is when I'm asleep in my bed.” You finished out before giggling, pulling Leona in for a tight hug. Leona’s eyes closed shut as he squeezed you just as tight before pulling away with a roll of his eyes, dumb book making him do things he didn't want to do. 

“You sang beautifully tonight. Why don't we go catch dinner together? Just you and me.” Leona stated out rashly and sighed, ears pinning down as his cheeks turned a bit red as he peeked one eye down to look at you. Your face said it all, you couldn't. Yet, he didn't care. “Get dressed, I will be back in five minutes. Don't deny that you want to go out and eat with me and I'm not asking. This is a demand, and you know I don't make many of those.” With that, Leona squeezed you slightly within his arms again before leaving.

“No wait, Leona!” You sighed as you heard the door shut with a loud click. As you turned around to face your bouquets of flowers lined against the wall, you shuffled out from your big poofy dress and into a more simple white linen one with a laced robe being tied around in hopes that you dear Angel of Music wouldn't notice your absence. Reaching towards the door handle, a loud voice boomed within the room that you knew all too well already.

“Insolent boy, this slave of Fashion! Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!” The angel hissed out, and you knew he was not happy with the outcome, and had already known your intentions of leaving for the evening. 

“Angel, I hear you. Speak, I’ll listen… Stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak… Forgive me- Enter at last, Master!’ You replied back out, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes at the thought of betraying you dear beloved Master. As for him? He had heard that term many times but he never wanted to hear it come from your mouth, though he was indeed flattered… As the candles died down with his presence, a few flickering lights of green began to spark in the room as if you had your own personal fireflies.

“Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in the shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror! I am there inside!” The voice continues as you slowly turn on your heels to look at your body length mirror. Inside showed your reflection until a very large apparition began to appear slowly within the lighting of the mirror. A man with jet black that turned into a soft blue that rested upon his shoulders, two black long horns upon his head and part of his face was covered in a mask. Was this truly an angel, more importantly… Your angel?

Slowly, your feet began to move towards the mirror, entranced with this man's form within your mirror as your hand stuck out slowly. Unbeknownst to you, Leona was in the middle of a scuffle between Silver and Sebek who were trying their best to protect you, as well as their master who was now making his move upon the impressionable you. 

“Let me through! Let me see Y/N!” Leona roared out as he punched Silver, who grunted as Sebek took over and kicked Leona down. “Who is that voice in there! Y/N!!!” Leona roared out, throwing Sebek off of him at Silver, rushing up to the door as he jangled with the locked door. “Y/N!!!” He shouted out, continuing to fight the door as both Knights tore him away and continued to wrestle with him upon the ground.

“I am your angel of music… Come to me, Angel of Music…” He spoke out softly, leaving you entranced with his form as your hand reached through the mirror and with a hesitant skip of your heartbeat, your hand met with his gloved one as if a deal had just been struck right then and there.

You have met your Angel of Music.

[firefly-bites]

hello! your blog is so pretty btw! if you want to, can you write some smut headcanons for weather report? i love him so much sdhdjhk tysm <333-

weather report NSFW Headcannons (GN!)

YES OFC OMG I NEED MORE FOR MY MAN WEATHER. Some of this is a little self-indulgent because I love this man sm.

Warnings: nsfw, slight size kink, lovebites/hickies, belly bulge, praise kink, inappropriate use of stands, temperature play.

masterlist

He’s not the type for casual sex, he prefers something intimate and loving with a partner he’s known for a while.

He’s LOVES when you leave marks on him. Sure, hickies are nice, but when you leave marks on his back or chest that are only visable to himself it drives him crazy.

Weather is pretty quiet in bed, but he learns close to you and nibbles on your neck and ear so you hear every whimper and groan.

He is big and I mean massive. He has to do a lot of foreplay and prepping just for you to take half of him. I mean come on, he literally has a shield for it.

On that note, he’s also a 6’4 lean man, so when all of a sudden he stops moving inside of you, he’s probably mesmerized by the way he can see himself slightly poking out of your lower abdomen.

Also, since Weather is so huge, he love the idea of holding you during sex. Just the feeling of protecting you and having you in his arms makes him feel so safe.

He adores when you’re loud. Give him everything. All of your moans, whimpers, and cries of pleaser are reassurance that he’s doing a good job.

Sometimes he’ll whisper the occasional praise in your ear, “you feel so good around me”, or, “just like that, you’re so perfect” are some common things he may say.

He will sometimes use his stand while he fucks you, send a small bolt of electricity into your nipples or on your clit/tip to overstimulate you in the best way possible.

Other times he’ll make his hands icy and roam your warm body making goosebumps spread across your skin.

He will make sure you have two or three orgasms before he even considers putting it in. And then he’ll make you cum another few times on his cock.

PLEASE BOUNCE ON HIS LAP. He will cum so fast if you ride him, grind down on him, and just wreck him.

He’s a thigh guy.

KING of aftercare. He’ll get you warm towels, blankets, water, he can run a bath and help wash you. And because of how easily he destroys you, probably a Tylenol.

Just imagine weather railing you, pounding you into the bed. His hands are gripping the plush of your thighs as he groans unsteadily into your ears. His hands are cool, sending shivers from your inner thighs and up your back. You can feel his girth stretching you out so much you can feel him in your stomach.

[copperbadge]

Polk would like you all to know that I keep this home SO COLD that she has to cuddle a heated towel rail with her WHOLE BODY. 

(I checked, it was 70F in the bedroom when I took this photograph.)

[ID: A photograph of a freestanding electric “towel rail” that is designed for warming towels and clothing. It sits at the foot of my bed, and Polk the tabby is lying on the very edge of the bed, her whole body cuddled up to the gap in the towel rail between two heating elements. She is poking her head through the gap and looking up at the camera as if to say “Can you believe this?”]

[definitionsfading]

bite-sized bullet train fic master list (lemon/tangerine) 🍋🍊✨

as this fan space gets older and more disjointed as the months pass by I figured I’d keep all my lemon/tangerine titles in one place for future reference. there are only four of them! but I’m proud of what small diversity they brought to this fandom, so here they are (each title is a hyperlink)

pretty bubbles in the air || 24K || Explicit

And then Lemon's mind is somewhere outside the imaginary hospital morgue, lost among the train wreckage, knowing he has to go back and knowing that he can’t because it’ll be swarmed with the feds by now, or whatever the Japanese equivalent of the fucking feds is, and if he wanted to claim the body he should’ve already—

A door to his left opens abruptly, letting the sound of steadily beeping monitors out into the hall, and the nurse emerging with a machine on wheels nearly runs into him head-on.

Lemon curses under his breath and falters as they avoid collision, and it’s only in the split few seconds the nurse fumbles there in the doorway that he looks up, with a crystalline line of uninterrupted sight straight into the occupied ICU room, and sees a lank shock of chin-length, light brown hair resting against a white pillow.

Thomas taught him a lot, yeah, but nothing much about how to keep your world from shrinking down to the size of a pinhead and shattering into a million pieces in a moment like this one.

notes: post-canon, Tangerine Lives, fix-it fic, whump, healing, hurt/comfort, trauma & coping, rekindled romance, not a siblings fic

under your skin || 4.2K || Explicit 

This is the silent secret, Lemon thinks, that nobody but the two of them know when people in the industry call them The Twins. This is what he’s willing to kill for and would’ve died for again and again. It’s something that runs deeper than the surface layer, this thing he and Tangerine have got—a kind of truth that anchors itself and settles like a sharpened barb under your skin.

notes: post-canon, Tangerine Lives, injury recovery, first time (in a long time), emotional sex, crying, not a siblings fic

citrus and blood || 2K || Mature

The unspoken truth that he’s too weak to bathe himself properly stands in the room between them like a third silent body. Tangerine almost wishes his vocal cords were truly thrashed and ruined so he wouldn’t have to acknowledge it aloud, wouldn’t have to admit defeat before the battle ever began.

He’s sitting beside the tub, awkwardly wedged between the toilet and the wall, head lolled off to rest on a towel folded under his cheek there on the edge of the bath. Breaths come shallowly, almost in haggard pants from the mix of nausea and exhaustion. Everything still smells like hospital antiseptic, blood, and electrical fire. It’s been three days since the train went off-rail—at least according to Lemon’s dodgy appraisal of time—and Tangerine still can’t burn the scent of near-death out of his nose.

notes: post-canon, Tangerine Lives, injury recovery, bathing/washing, caretaking, blood, emotions, ample tenderness, Gentle Lemon, not a siblings fic

right hand man || 3.2K || Explicit 

“How ‘bout instead of plotting premeditated murder off the clock, why don’t you think of something creative to do with that emancipated right hand of yours,” Lemon says, tucking back into his plate. “Take a pottery class, learn to watercolour. You wanna point and shoot so bad? I’ll buy you a camera.”

“I’m gonna point and shoot on your smart arse when we get home,” Tangerine says darkly from the corner of his mouth, eyes cutting across Lemon at a bawdy angle. “Mark my words on that one.”

notes: post-canon, the Twins return to London, smut, banter, frottage, hand jobs, Lemon gets a massage and a few other things, not a siblings fic

[casdeans-pie]

My favourite expensively unnecessary but life changing appliance is my heated towel rail. Whenever I put it on I am keenly aware of my electric bill, but I would rather cut back on my groceries than not use it. Getting wrapped in a hot towel after a shower is. chefs kiss. unparalleled

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Word Search Tag Game

Getting caught up on some old tags and I love the word search game! I was tagged by a few people in the last few months:

@morganlefaye79 - cake, occupied, outside, staring, heart @merge-conflict - gold, bright, laugh, impatient @chevvy-yates - gazing/gazed, rain, black, lovingly, phone

The fics I'm searching:

The Corpo!Val longfic

NOGLY sequel (which only has 500 words)

Corpo!Val PW(ithout)P based on "Spread your legs" prompt from DustyMagpie

Streetkid!Val PW(ith)P based on "Rough or gentle?" prompt from Bunny

Panzerboys PW(ithout)P based on a prompt from Chevvy

Considering the Corpo!Val longfic has 62K words and the others range from 500-3000, I imagine it will get most of the hits, but I'm hoping to spread the love!

Cake

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

He leans back against the counter and watches as she prepares the tea. She starts with water, dispensing it from the special faucet by the sink into the kettle then places the kettle on the electric burner. While the water heats she turns to the paper packages and he watches mesmerized as her golden fingers flip and sort through them. She settles on a variety and turns to him with a triumphant smile. She opens the packet and takes a whiff then offers her hand, holding it up toward his face. 

“Think you’ll like this one.” 

He hesitates then leans in and takes a deep breath. It smells floral with a faint sweetness, reminding him of a fancy cake his aunt made once for her birthday. He didn’t like it at the time and had complained about it, but she ignored him and happily ate his portion.

Occupied

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

The second floor overlooks the lower level, and the bedroom is no exception. His hand grasps the railing as he follows behind, the cool metal beneath his hand helping to ground him. The bed is unmade, and a few articles of clothing are strewn about—practically the only signs that the place is occupied. He wonders how much time she spends here, or if she lives in that bar of hers. She opens the locker at the foot of the bed and withdraws a folded sheet and a thin blanket, deposits them in his outstretched arms then grabs a pillow from the bed and places it on top.

Outside

From the unnamed SK oneshot from Bunny's prompt "Rough or gentle?":

Val watches out the window fascinated. She hadn’t been outside of Night City, much less California, before she joined the Aldecaldos, and the mountains are truly a new experience. She knows these aren’t even the big ones, that it’s just the tail end of the Rocky Mountains, but it’s still breathtaking. 

“Does it snow up here?”

“Sometimes. Not as often as it used to, of course, but it’s too early in the season now, at least down here. Doesn’t get going until late December.”

Staring

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

Val drops to the ground, stretching out her long legs and leaning back on the heels of her hands. Again he hesitates only a moment before joining her.

“Didn’t expect to be lying on grass staring up at the moon tonight.”

Val hums. “‘’S Night City. Anything can happen.”

Heart

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

“Shit, shit, fuck, I’m sorry, Mitch—” she sputters as she backpedals from the bathroom.

His heart pounds as he quickly lathers his hair and rinses, then kills the water and grabs his towel. He dries quickly, avoids looking at his reflection in the mirror as he dresses. 

Why should he be so bothered by her walking in on him? He's been showering around others for most of his life so why should this be any different? Between his head and stomach he doesn't have the energy for this now; something to keep his mind occupied on the drive home.

Gold

LMAO I really thought I would have more choices with this one, given Val's gold cyberware. I was wrong. From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic, and part of the same scene with "cake":

“Normally I would prefer loose leaf but I do like this particular variety.”

“What’s the difference?” 

Her lips quirk up slightly, and she turns back to grab a glass jar, opening the lid and holding it out for his inspection. He takes the jar and holds it close, appreciating the depth of the aroma compared to the packet she’d offered previously. He can also see the tea leaves, long twisted and dried, each leaf worth more than its weight in gold.

Bright

From the unnamed SK oneshot from Bunny's prompt "Rough or gentle?":

Though the sun is bright outside, it’s dim in the cabin and she can barely make out the fixtures. It’s simple—a small kitchen with table; a couch and a screen; and bedroom and bathroom—but Val doesn’t need much more to be happy. Privacy is such a rare commodity these days that she will take whatever moments she can get with Mitch.

Laugh

Yes!! So glad I got to drop this one here! I love, love, love writing Carol and Cass. From the NOGLY sequel :

Mitch crosses his eyes and glares. “Nope, you’re not coming with us, can’t afford it.”

Panam glares back. “If you think I’m not going with you to save my best friend, you’re even stupider than I thought.”

"He's right," Cassidy chimes in across the table, and Carol on the end nods in agreement. "We can't risk losing you. Who's gonna take over if something happens to both of you? Us clowns?"

Carol laughs and smacks his arm. "Us clowns sounds like a satire band."

"We'd be just about as useless in an Us Cracks band as we would be running this family."

Impatient

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

“My aunt had ties to an Aldecaldo family and the rest is history.”

“And then you met Saul. From what you said, seems like he’s changed over the years.”

“But who hasn’t? I used to be hot-headed and impatient, but now?” He shrugs. “People change, sometimes for the better. Saul lost a lot of his tolerance for risk.”

Gazing/Gazed

Gotta admit, I was surprised by the results from this one. I use "gaze" (or "gazes") 36 times in the Corpo!Val fic, and 34 of those were as nouns. (0 times in the other fics, which I find astounding.) The two verb usages? They're both in the payoff. Here's a non-smutty one. From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

Back in the bedroom she finds Mitch propped up against pillows, his hands linked behind his head. He watches with a smile as she returns and reaches for her as she sits on the bed beside him, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her over him, back to her side of the bed.

She giggles as she flails, then she settles into his arms and gazes up at him. She can feel the love pouring from his eyes and the warmth washes over her, enveloping her, as he caresses her cheek with his organic hand. Before she can think too much he leans down and presses his lips against hers and threads his hand through her hair.

Rain

From the unnamed SK oneshot from Bunny's prompt "Rough or gentle?":

She drains the cup and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand then grins. “Can’t believe people used to drink this from the tap.”

“Well, that was before the Red. Some places weren’t affected but most were because of the blood rains. Only been in the last twenty years that things have been cleaned up and well water is safe again.”

“Forget you lived through that.”

“You saying I’m old?” He narrows his eyes but his lips twitch with a repressed smirk.

“Do I gotta?”

“Gonna start callin’ you kid again, you don’t behave.”

Black

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

“I’ll email the full findings but the identities are solid and clean. Took the liberty of digging up some photos of your man Mitch. Cleaned him up and ran him through the deaging filter, slapped a suit on him. Not too shabby for an old Nomad.”

At that Nix turns to look at her and she steps into the office, joining him at the desk and peering over his shoulder. Young Mitch stares back—full head of mussed black hair, twinkling blue eyes, unlined and unscarred face. Handsome.

“Huh. Nice work."

Lovingly

Nothing! Clearly no love in my fics. 😂

Phone

TBH I'm surprised to find this one! I tend to use "agent" instead of phone, as that's the term from the TTRPG, but of course it was in the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

She grabs a large, woven bag she uses for outings like this, and loads it up with all the accessories a bored housewife at the beach would want—tablet, phone, sunglasses, water bottle. The door to Mitch’s room is closed when she emerges to the living room, so she proceeds to the elevator. 

The outdoor pool level is only a few floors beneath theirs and a quick elevator ride away. The sun blazes above the portico and she pulls on her shades before striding through the white deck chairs to an open one between the edge of the pool and the railing that provides little safety from the dizzying heights of the city.

Final Score

Corpo!Val longfic: 9 hits SK!Val "Rough or gentle" prompt: 3 hits NOGLY sequel: 1 hit Corpo!Val "Spread your legs" prompt: 0 hits Panzerboys prompt: 0 hits

13/14 words found!

Can't say I'm surprised that the Corpo!Val fic won. I'm sure I could have found the other words there as well, but like I said, I wanted to share the love amongst all my WIPs.

Tagging with zero pressure to play: @luvwich, @fly-amanitaa, @neon-pink-witch, @banukaihelpme, @impishbiscuit, @genocidalfetus, @medtech-mara, @themightiestpotato, @cinnamon-mey. Also retagging @chevvy-yates, @merge-conflict, and @morganlefaye79 to play again, as well as any other writer who wants to play! Tag me if you do!

Your words, should you choose to accept: privacy, claim, suspicion, flush, chords

[crazycrippledqueer]

CCQ's Tips for Showering

I'm physically & mentally disabled & these are some things that have helped me with showering & some more general hygiene things.

-use a shower chair or stool

-long scrub brushes for your back & legs & anywhere else you can't reach

-grab bars/railings can be so helpful (and keeping a waterproof cane close by too)

-pivot transfer mats or transfer boards or one of those shower chairs that has a bit that sticks out of the tub to make transferring easier

-if you choose to shave, doing it with electric razor in bed

-unscented soaps & shampoos

-leaving caps of your soap bottles unscrewed so you can open them on your own

-flexible removable shower head on a hose

-if you're short like me & your feet dangle from shower chair even on the lowest setting, a plastic stool under your feet can make it much more comfortable

-grippy mat on tub floor to decrease chance of falls

-using the bathroom right before shower to decrease the chance of incontinence (mileage may vary depending on your particular situation)

-keeping all soaps & things in easy arms reach from the shower chair (there's baskets that adhere to the side of tubs ive found helpful)

-laying towels over yourself if being undressed is triggering for you (especially if someone else is helping you in the shower)

-this is personal preference but i like having a towel on my wheelchair so it isn't as bad of a sensory issue when i get out (and keeps my chair dry)

-play nontriggering media or media you know will keep your mind occupied (if it won't distract you to where you can't remember what you're doing)

-hang a laminated page of the steps of showering (however detailed you need to be). i haven't found a good way of marking off yet where i am in the process, but even still having it has been helpful to remind me what needs doing

-if you hurt from cold, using a space heater to warm the bathroom before shower time can be helpful

-leaning your head forward and resting your elbows on your knees to wash hair

-prioritize. i always do pits & privates first in case i start struggling too much physically or mentally & need to get out before i'm all the way done.

-having a shower day & no expectation of anything else getting done. that's thursday for me. it gives me a day i know will be for shower & the rest of the week (especially physical tasks) i plan around shower day. this also helps me plan infusion set changes (i don't like using sets that have gotten wet)

-laying a chux pad on the bed (over or under a towel depending on your preference) if you don't like putting brief on while you're still damp

-having a nice little reward planned can be nice. usually for me that looks like laying in bed & watching one of my favorite shows. nice to have something to look forward to for after

-also for after, if you get that bone cold hurt after showering, a heated blanket can help some

-if you have someone in your life you really trust, you can ask them to help. you can also hire an aide to help you

When I can't shower:

-no rinse soap is a lifesaver. i like whatever that generic pump one is from walgreens. baby wipes work okay, but not as well in my experience

-no rinse shampoo too. i've had the best luck with the cap types

-bidet on the toilet if you can swing it

-deodorant that works with your body chemistry

-clean clothes can go a long way if you can manage changing (or learning how to dress/undress without being uncovered, i usually put the new shirt/dress on over the old to stay covered)

I'm probably forgetting some things. If I remember anything else I'll update this list. Stay safe everyone 🤍

[degabrielekitchensmarketing]

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Bathroom renovation projects in Sydney or other places allow us to transform dull spaces into beautiful and functional spaces. Know the top trends in bathroom renovations that are ruling in Sydney, and have a look at the tricks to plan your bathroom renovation successfully.

Popular Bathroom Trends in Sydney in 2024

Sydney's design ethos combines modern sophistication and coastal allure. Discover how to infuse these elements into your bathroom renovation project. From sleek minimalism to the embrace of natural textures, we'll show you how to craft a space that exudes style and practicality.

Coastal Oasis

Experience the charm of Sydney's coastal ambiance by incorporating soothing oceanic hues like soft blues, sandy beiges, and crisp whites into your design palette. Dive into selecting tiles, fixtures, and accessories that offer the tranquility of a seaside escape, right in your own home.

Luxurious Retreats

Craft a luxurious bathroom experience within your budget in a Sydney home. From indulgent freestanding tubs to spa-like showers, explore the avenues to infuse opulence into your renovation project, elevating it to a realm of unmatched comfort.

Space-Savvy Solutions

Sydney's urban landscape often demands innovative space utilization. Get ready to explore the smart storage solutions, compact fixtures, and layout optimizations that can maximize even the smallest of bathroom spaces, transforming them into organized sanctuaries.

Natural Elements

Connect with Sydney's innate affinity for nature by incorporating materials like timber, stone, and greenery into your bathroom design. Find the serenity of indoor plants thriving in the bathroom environment, bringing the outdoors inside.

Vintage Revival

Pay homage to the rich architectural heritage of Sydney by integrating vintage elements into your renovation. From classic clawfoot tubs to retro-inspired fixtures, infuse your bathroom with a timeless charm reminiscent of the city's storied past.

Technology and Innovation

Sydney's penchant for innovation extends to its bathrooms. Explore cutting-edge technologies such as high-tech toilets and smart mirrors that will elevate your daily routine to unprecedented levels of convenience and sophistication at the time of bathroom renovation in Sydney.

Plan Your Bathroom Renovation in Sydney: A Guideline to Follow 

List Down Your Bathroom Likes and Dislikes: Explore the current bathroom to identify what works and what doesn't. Create a scrapbook of desired features, fixtures, and fittings to guide your renovation vision.

Consider Plumbing and Electricity: Minimise repositioning of plumbing and electrical outlets to save on costs. Assess the compatibility of existing infrastructure with new fixtures and fittings.

Measure Your Space: Map the room to determine available space for new installations. Prioritize storage solutions and ensure proper waterproofing in wet areas.

Finalize Finishing Touches: Choose finishing touches that complement your bathroom fittings and elevate the overall aesthetic of the space. Opt for large tiles to create a sense of spaciousness or mosaic tiles for intricate detailing.

Position Towel Rails and Holders Properly: Strategically place towel rails and toilet roll holders for convenience. Ensure towels are easily accessible, and the toilet roll is within reach from a seated position.

Conclusion 

So, plan your bathroom renovation project smartly and give a new life to your boring bathroom. To complete this task flawlessly, be sure to partner with the experts who offer professional bathroom renovation in Sydney. But when finding bathroom renovation experts, be sure to find one after a thorough and proper research work. Always try to find companies that have good reviews. Be sure to keep an eye on the pricing as well to ensure the project stays within your budget.

[galaxyedging]

Joel Miler x f!reader

WC:2.8k

Warnings: character death, angst, virginal fingering.

Summary: Finally getting back to Joel, you witness events that shake you all to your core.

More of Us Part 6

Masterlist

Coming to, your body checked in with your brain. Head, throbbing. Legs, aching. Hands, pins and needles. Mouth, metallic taste. Blood? No, not copper, something else. As your brain started to be more aware, your surroundings became apparent. Grey walls covered in dirt and mould. The smell of damp, dust and decay. The tiles and fixtures of the small bathroom, damaged and cracked. Broken, just like the rest of the world and the people in it. You were back in their nightmare world.  

When you reached for the towel rail to pull you up, it came off in your hand with a clang. A clang that alerted Joel. His pistol came into view before he did. 

"Joel! It's me." In a panic you tried to shrink away from him. 

"Shit." Tucking his gun away he made his way over to you. "Baby. You're alive. You're here. I…" he blinked tears away as his hands skimmed over you, checking for injuries. "I thought I'd lost you. It's been days."

"I know. I thought I'd never get back to you. I kept moving forward though." Clinging to him, having his arms around you, even with all the insanity of the last few days everything felt right. No matter what universe you were in. In Joel's arms was where you belonged. The notion made you laugh, you barely knew the man but somewhere in your heart you knew it was the truest thing you had ever felt. You knew it with such conviction and clarity that it was actually more terrifying than anything you had been through the last few days. Now, you had something to lose that you valued more than your life. If you died, that was it. There was no pain. If Joel died, that pain would be worse than death. A loss that would leave a wound inside of you that would never heal. 

"I'm so glad you did. Come on, let's go wake Ellie. She's been asking about you nonstop." Giving you one last squeeze, he helped you up from the floor. 

The moment held so much joy and promise and that all changed in the blink of an eye. Joel opened the door then bolted out across the room. Henry stood in front of you, his gun at his side, his eyes wide in terror. The sounds of a struggle, of Ellie struggling, moved you forward. Standing just behind Henry as he moved forward you saw what was going on. The whole scene had you rooted to the spot. Sam. The little boy you'd met a few days ago. The one with bright brown eyes full of concern as you lay on the floor. The one who still hadn't seen enough in the cruel world he lived in to be desensitised to it all. The one who looked afraid for you, a stranger he had just met. That boy. He was attacking Ellie. 

"Shit. He's turnin'!" Joel rooted for his gun.

Henry shot it from his hand before he got a chance to use it. "That's my fucking brother."

As Joel dove for his bag again, Henry raised his gun. Just as you stepped forward to try to protect Joel, Henry fired. This time at his brother. The boy choked on his own blood as Ellie crawled away from him to the safety of Joel's side. There was so much blood. It spread over the floor so quickly. He was only a kid. How was there so much blood? 

"Sam?" Henry took in a ragged breath. "Sam?"

"Henry?" Joel stepped towards the younger man. "Henry. I'm gonna get that gun from you. Okay?"

All the while Henry had been muttering while softly sobbing. It took everything you had not to reach out for him. You couldn't imagine what he was going through. The cruelty of this world held no bounds. To lose his brother twice in mere minutes. He posture folded with the weight of it. It only straighten when Joel moved to take his gun. "It's your fault!"

Joel bowed his head. "It's nobody's fault, Henry."

"It's all your fault!" 

The tension rose in the room, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, electricity zipped underneath your skin. No. Not now. You weren't going anywhere. Unless. Maybe you could take Henry with you so he couldn't hurt Joel? Your whole being felt like it was being split in two, the part of you that wanted to get as far away from here as possible and the part that wanted to stay with Joel. The sound of a gunshot merged the two back together. They both stood just behind Henry's dead body.

There should be so many emotions inside your chest. Fear. Sadness. Regret. Not one made an appearance. There was just a cold void. Looking down you saw your hands shaking. Hands that Ellie was soon grabbing at. "Take us back! Take us to your world. Do it!" Her anger at you soon melted into her sobbing in your arms. The two of you slid down to the floor. Numbly, you tried to soothe her while you watched Joel. 

The deep brown eyes showed so much sorrow looking at the two dead boys in front of him. To Joel, Henry was still a kid himself. Joel didn't blame him for not being able to handle it. Shit, Joel himself had…his eyes landed on you and Ellie, looking even more sorrowful. For a moment, he stood over you. His hand hovered over Ellie's head as if he was going to offer the comfort of his touch. Clenching his fist, he thought better of it. Deciding to offer a different type of comfort he moved to Sam's body. 

From your position on the floor, you watched as Joel lifted the young boy. He cradled him as if Sam had just fallen asleep on the couch and needed to be carried to bed. That's all Joel was doing, just letting the child finally rest. Tears flowed from your eyes, your grip on Ellie tightened as the shock wore off. You could have stopped this, you should have.

 

"Your turn." Ellie nudged your arm. 

After nearly a week of spending most of the day walking, Joel decided you all needed a rest. He'd seen your reluctance but he hadn't addressed it.

Tapping the tiny pencil against your paper, you looked at the word staring back at you. "I really suck at this game. I'm gonna get some air. Maybe that will help me think." With the best smile you could muster, you made your way to the door.

Ellie silently urged Joel to follow you. While he did she looked down at your Boggle sheet. 'Fault' was neatly written at the top of the page. 

"Hey. It's getting cool out here." Joel draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

"Thank you." Tugging it close you revelled in the scent of him for a moment. 

This past week, you'd kept your distance. He'd held you, as he'd escorted you out of that room. The room with their blood still fresh on the floor. Past their fresh graves. He leaned you against a car as Ellie went back to pay her respects. She returned looking just as determined as ever. He gave you a comforting squeeze as he helped you up then that was it. If Ellie can stand on her own two, you could too. The weight of feeling responsible for the loss of Sam and Henry was taking its toll. How long until something happened to one of them that you could have stopped? That thought kept you up at night. Then it branched out, spread like an infection. What if, just by being there, you changed everything? The game was based on a future that someone saw. What if that future was changing more and more with each second you were with Joel and Ellie? What if you caused things to deviate so much that you got one of them killed? Or both of them? What if it was left up to you to keep Ellie safe? What if Ellie dies because of you? It was all too much for you to take.

After a while passed in silence, Joel gently lay his hand on your shoulder. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours? Talk to me."

"I…I need to leave Joel. If I stay I could get you or Ellie killed." Heartbreak laced your tone.

"I could get me or Ellie killed. He'll, chances are Ellie will be the death of me. Whether by running off and getting into trouble or her attitude, I don't know." He leaned on the railings next to you, looking out onto the deserted motel parking lot.

"Joel. I'm not joking!"

"Neither am I."

"The game in my world is one possibility of your future. What if me being here changes that? What if I change what happens and you get hurt?"

Joel cupped your face in both of his hands. Flashes of raw emotion crossed his face before he setted on a smile. "What if you change it for the better?" 

The kiss he pulled you into was all consuming. It pulled you out of everything. Out of your head until all you could think about was Joel.

A dull thud from inside broke you two apart. Ellie's face was in the window. Giving it a hard tug, she slid it open."Sorry. I knocked over a lamp. Anyway I'm going to my bedroom on the opposite side to yours. With me headphones in so I won't be able to hear any…stuff."

"Ellie! There won't be anything to hear." Joel authorities tone was undercut by the blush of his cheeks.

"Do you need one of Bill's magazines to remind you how to…?" Ellie had the good sense to retreat as she made that comment. 

The two of you laughed, when it petered out there was a comfortable silence. Joel had made you feel comfortable since the moment you met him. Tugging the lapels of his jacket, he pulled you in for another kiss. Just a soft, fleeting touch of his lips. 

"Come on. Let's get you inside." 

Joel went around securing the room, some previous occupant had already done a pretty good job. Ellie was already asleep when he came to your room. 

"You alright? Do you need anything?" The room was relatively clean. It felt secure. The mattress on the floor could have been thicker but it was better than the floor. 

"I'm okay. I don't think I need anything." One thing did occur to you. The comfort that Joel brought. "Can you sleep in here?" Joel had planned to sleep on the sofa in the living room. 

The room you were in was at the end of the first floor. Ellie's room was on the outside, the windows were all barricaded. The window of your room was right next to the front door. It would be safe enough for him to sleep in here. More importantly, he wanted to be in here with you. It had been a long time since had let himself want anything.

He let that want reach out for you. He kissed like you were the last good thing in this world. His hands trembled as he he used them to memories your curves. Nothing good lasts in the world. Joel understood your fears about getting him hurt. He carried the same one's about you. Was it him that was keeping you trapped here? He saw the weird energy snapping around you when Henry had his gun pointed at him. He saw you take a breath and it dissipated. It was something he was going to have to face but not right now. Not with you, warm and eager under his touch. Not while cock swelled so quickly at your soft gasps.

"Can I touch you?" His warm breath tickled the hairs on your neck as he kissed up it. 

Your breathless reply of "God, yes." pulled a chuckle from him. 

His wide palm slid down across your stomach until his fingers smoothed across your pubic hair. Suddenly, thoughts of your personal grooming invaded your head. It's been a while since I neatened up. The man lives in the apocalypse. I'm sure he's seen worse on other women. I wonder how many? Will I compare…ooh. 

Joel's finger tips parted your folds. They found the slick gathered at your entrance before spreading it around. He lightly traced your lips to warm you up, before seeking out your clit. Softly circling it until he was satisfied, he dipped his fingers lower, finding you open for him. Two thick fingers searched for your sweet spot as his thumb swiped your clit. There was nothing else you could think of in the world. No one had ever touched you like this. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Your shoulders lift off the thin mattress as your orgasm rolls through you. Turning your body towards the source of your pleasure, you covered your mouth with Joel's broad shoulder to muffle the sounds. When he didn't stop his movements, making every delicious feeling even more intense you bit down on the soft flannel of his shirt. The europhia caused you to giggle uncontrollably.

"Better?" Joel asked, kissing your temple. Easing his hand out from between your legs, he did your jeans back up. Then he pulled you closer. Close enough for you to feel him heavy against your thigh. 

"Much. Do you want me to…?" Your fingers traced the outline of him straining against his denim while stifling a yawn.

"Not tonight. You just sleep."